The living environment on the grasslands is extremely harsh, especially after the white plague. Liu Bao buried himself under the snow and hid for the night, although he escaped the Han army and Hu Chuquan's arrest. But now, he had neither horses, nor food, nor even the most important bows and arrows of the steppe people, and it was even more difficult to walk back to his tribe on two legs than to ascend to the sky.

Liu Bao had no choice, he gritted his teeth, tightly grasped the only scimitar beside him, and walked in the direction of his tribe with waist-deep snow. Above his head, a flock of crows hovered, and I don't know if they were attracted by the smell of blood on him, or if they could see that he was dying of weakness, and they were waiting for the moment when he fell, and then a good meal.

After the army set off, Yu Fuluo always felt a little restless, and couldn't help but let out a violent cough again. Seeing this, the Hun girl who was waiting on the side hurriedly handed over a pottery bowl. Even in the upper class of the Han Dynasty, exquisite white porcelain bowls were also precious luxuries, and the Xiongnu tribes living on the steppe had no way to obtain such treasures, even if they were Xiongnu Shan Yu, they could only continue to use pottery bowls.

The pottery bowl contained a black liquid, a medicinal juice made from several herbs from the grassland, which gave off an unpleasant smell. Yu Fuluo frowned, this medicine was so bitter that it was hard to swallow, and he didn't want to drink it.

Yuvro waved his hand and told the maid to retreat. He picked up the cloth bag that Liu Bao handed him from the couch and put it under his nose, and the fragrance intoxicated him. Whenever his mind was a little dizzy, Yu Furo would take out the cloth bag and smell it, and he would feel refreshed. He couldn't help but be a little suspicious of what Liu Bao said, how could such a good thing be a poisonous weed?

It was four watches at night, and Yu Fuluo, who had been coughing for most of the night, finally fell asleep. In his sleep, Yu Fuluo vaguely heard two screams from someone, and suddenly woke up, sat up from the couch at once, and asked in a loud voice: "Someone, what happened?" ”

This is the king's tent of Shan Yu, not comparable to the tents inhabited by ordinary herdsmen, and there are maidservants on duty day and night outside. Hearing Yu Fuluo's shout, the two maidservants walked in in a panic, prostrated on the ground, and trembled: "Please give orders." ”

Seeing their sleepy-eyed appearance, Yu Fuluo knew that they must have fallen asleep secretly just now, and he didn't hear what he said clearly, and was about to get angry, but he caused a cough and wheezing for a while, so he had to say slowly: "Why don't you go out and have a look." ”

Suddenly, as soon as the tent door was lifted, a Hun man stumbled in, and said intermittently: "Shan Yu, no...... Oh no, enemy ...... Enemy attack ......"

Yu Fuluo was about to ask what had happened, but he saw that the man had fallen to the ground with a "plop" and a feather arrow stuck in his back heart, shaking to himself.

This man was fully dressed, he had not just run out of the felt tent, he was the guard on duty tonight. Now that he knew that Hu Chuquan and they were going to be detrimental to his tribe, how could Yu Fuluo not take precautions, after Liu Bao led the army to set off, he also strengthened the guards of the camp.

Hearing the words "enemy attack", Yu Fuluo broke out in a cold sweat. Most of the young and strong men in the tribe have been taken out by Liu Bao, and in addition to the old and weak women and children in the entire tribe, there are only more than 500 young and strong men left, and these more than 500 people are his personal guards of the Xiongnu Shan Yu.

Yu Furo glanced at the man who had fallen to the ground, and commanded in a deep voice, "Quick, bring the clothes!" ”

He was eager to rush out of the tent to find out what was going on, but he was getting old and sick for a long time, and it was cold and snowy outside, if he went out in two single clothes like this, he was afraid that he would be half frozen to death before the enemy rushed in front of him, so Yu Fuluo's first thought was to quickly put on his fox skin jacket. However, this also shows that Yu Fuluo is indeed a not simple character, and in the face of enemy attacks, there is not much panic.

But the two handmaidens could not be as unfazed as Yuvro. The shouts and screams outside were endless, and the hands of the two maidservants trembled incessantly, and the fox skin jacket could not be worn on Yu Fuluo's body.

At this moment, the tent door was opened again, and a group of soldiers wrapped in white cloaks poured in, led by a tall and handsome young general.

Yu Fuluo angrily pushed away the two frightened maidservants, sat back on the low couch in a daze, couldn't believe his eyes, and blurted out, "Are you Han?" ”

His tent was the king's tent of the Huns, not only was it the largest of all the tents in the camp, but the golden tent also exuded an alluring light even in the middle of the night. Ma Chao knew the truth that the thief captured the king first, and locked on to the target before entering this camp.

At this time, most of the people in the camp were still asleep, and the guards at night were also sleepy. Ma Chao took advantage of their lax defense to launch the attack, just like the scene he staged in the Liu Bao tribe. However, this is the king's tent of the Xiongnu, and when they learned the news of the enemy attack, many Huns did not care about putting on their clothes, grabbed scimitars, bows and arrows and rushed out of the tents, and tried their best to block the offensive of the Han army.

At this time, Ma Chao had already snatched a war horse and rushed straight into the king's tent of Fuluo, along the way, I don't know how many Hun men and women fell under his spear. Ma Chao's spear was wielded, like a long dragon, like a giant python, exuding a surging battle intent, which made the Hun men and women who rushed over shudder, and they couldn't stop him from moving forward at all.

When Ma Chao attacked this royal tent, the whole battle was over. In the king's tent were not only their tribal leaders, but also the Xiongnu's Shan Yu, Shan Yu fell into the hands of the enemy, and their continued resistance would only hasten Shan Yu's death. The Hun men and women who ran out of the tent threw away their weapons one after another, and stood shivering in the cold wind. In fact, even if they continued to resist, there would be no other result except for ending up in a different place, at most adding some casualties to the Han army. After all, they were all awakened in their sleep, and hand-to-hand combat was not their specialty.

Ma Chao glanced at the old Hun man who was coughing repeatedly, and said contemptuously: "Yu Fuluo, surrender!" ”

Yuvro sighed, and suddenly grabbed the scimitar next to the pillow. It was a sharp scimitar, with many colorful gems inlaid on the hilt, and it was the treasure knife of the Xiongnu Shan Yu, which followed him again.

Ma Chao took a step forward, pointed his spear, and shouted: "Yu Fuluo, you still want to resist stubbornly!" ”

Yu Fuluo suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, and said: "The Huns are single, and they would rather die than surrender!" ”

Ma Chao's heart was tightened, and the spear was about to be swung out, but he saw Yu Luo raise his neck, and the scimitar slashed through his throat, and a bloody arrow flew out. As the two maidservants let out a scream, Yu Fuluo went limp, and fell to the couch.

Seeing that a soldier stepped forward to take Yu Luo's head, Ma Chao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, he is also a hero, leave him a whole corpse." ”

Ma Chao also secretly respected Yu Fuluo's final choice to commit suicide, he stepped forward, gave a deep salute to Yu Fuluo's body, and then took off the scimitar in his hand, turned around and walked out of the tent.

The old and weak women and children in the camp had been driven together, and were looking at their tent with anxiety, when suddenly, a young man strode out, raised his scimitar in his hand, and the blood on the blade was faintly visible against the background of the torch. For these Huns, they are very familiar with this scimitar, this is Shan Yu's saber, is a symbol of the Xiongnu kingship, there is a knife in the people, the knife is dead. This knife fell into the hands of the Han generals, indicating that their Shan Yu had already met with an accident.

Almost the moment he saw the scimitar in Ma Chao's hand, all the Hun men and women in the camp knelt down, and the cry rang out.

Ma Chao looked around, his heart full of pride. He was born in Xiliang, and half Qiang blood, he had dealt with those nomads since he was a child, and he also knew a lot about the situation of the Xiongnu. The scimitar in his hand has been passed down in the hands of the Huns in the past dynasties, there is a smooth handover, there is also a forcible seizure, but it has never fallen into the hands of the Han people, today, he has done it, this is the first merit! He wants to bring this scimitar back to Xiangyang, and the novice will dedicate it to Liu Xin.

To the surprise of the old and weak women and children of the Yufulo tribe, these Han Chinese did not massacre them, but only "liberated" the slaves from their tribe and adopted a different strategy than the Liu Bao tribe.

In Liu Bao's tribe, Ma Chao turned the "liberated" slaves into masters, and the original Xiongnu family had been reorganized into a new family. That's because Liu Bao is warlike by nature, and the tribe plundered a large number of slaves, and the number of slaves is actually twice that of the Yufuluo tribe, while the size of his tribe is less than half of that of the Yufuluo tribe. In this way, those slaves who were "liberated" were fully capable of controlling the entire tribe. Moreover, Ma Chao also merged Liu Bao's tribe with Yehan's tribe, and with the addition of Hemuer and his clansmen, he didn't have to worry about the control of the tribe.

The Yuvro tribe was different, relying on these "emancipated" slaves, it was impossible to completely control the entire tribe, and there were no other tribes around that could merge with this tribe. Now these people are not resisting, because the Han army is still there, and when the Han army leaves, it is difficult to predict what will happen.

Ma Chao was familiar with the nomadic habits, and he asked the "emancipated" young male slaves to select unmarried girls from the Fuluo tribe to form new families, without completely destroying the original family structure. In this way, these "freed" slaves were related to the tribe of Yuvro, and they were able to integrate well into the tribe without being too ostracized. After all, there are no more young and strong men left in the Yufulo tribe, and they also need to replenish some fresh blood, otherwise even if they resist and regain control of the tribe, they will become the target of bullying by other tribes, and even be plundered as slaves by other tribes, this is the cruel law of the jungle on the grassland.

After dealing with these things, Ma Chao stretched his waist and walked towards the top of Yu Fuluo's royal tent, after running around on the snow field for so long, he needed to take a good rest, and treat himself by the way.

"General, no." One of his own soldiers stopped him and stopped talking.